Though far from being in the spirit of the season, Gavril came upon Zinc's white, little, house bearing a container stocked to the brim with the well preserved meat of dozens of small animals, and a few half-human monsters she had slain a few weeks prior.

"Hey, Zombie-girl. I got the food I promised ya." The good feeling of seeing her old friend again, was more then enough for Gavril to ignore the oddly hung Mistletoe hanging over her head.